eyes and full lips and his brown hair brushed into submission and parted on the side, the stubborn to youngster who like his father couldn't bear to concede the point. in some ways he was a typical child in the 50's. he owned a leather jacket with fringe and the daniel boone had to the tail around the back said his mother. and he had the biggest collection of toy guns of every sort. when i spoke to my analyst about it, he said let him have them. he won't want to have any more of them when he grows up. but the death of the rosenbergs was an ongoing on spoken terror that predated his childhood. one day he summoned the courage to approach the subject with his father. could they get you and mom, he asked. no, we are artists. although his response wasn't particularly on point, he was somewhat comforted by this response. but tom's year for his parents didn't keep him from participating in political causes. he and his classmates spent many saturdays picketing the protesting the five and dime segregated lunch counter policies in the southern united states. ticketing woolworth was an unofficia